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Getting called to dinner, Rags followed Aya into the orphanage, and sat at her usual spot, near the edge. She put her hands together as other children did, and closed one eye, as her survival instincts were to never close both eyes if you could help it, and old habits die hard. Her open eye was on the leader as she, as far as she could gather, thanked somebody called 'lord' for the food, and asking for their help. Why couldn't you ask them in person, instead of putting your hands together and asking the air?

The leader then gave them permission to eat, and eat Rags did. She had been given many lessons on 'manners' which were a series of strange things you do or don't do, with little sensible reason behind them. With food, however, Rags could see sense in manners. Food here was served hot, so you cut it with knives to vent the heat, picked it up with forks so you didn't burn you hands, and ate it slowly so you didn't upset your stomach with the rich, seasoned food. And that's how Rags ate now; like everybody else. It had been a very different story when she arrived.

When the meal was finished, Rags approached the leader. She tried to remember the grammar that she had been taught. [color=cfb105]"Leader. When we go down more? Um,"[/color] She pauses as she tried to find the right word. 'more' could mean 'more often'. [color=cfb105]"Deeper?"[/color]


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